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How to Make Your Pancakes Sweeter

For my dearest Sarah, who wanted a Tim/Kon breakfast in bed fic. And just to make things even more special I decided to throw in special appearances by little Kara, Steph, Cass and Damian for her :) Warning, this fic is incredibly fluffy and will cause tooth-decay.

Happy birthday sweetie! ♥ I hope you like this!

Tim was still half asleep when the door to his room opened and the smell of eggs, bacon and pancakes filled the air, rousing him from consciousness.

He barely heard the sounds of something being set aside on the nightstand before he was enveloped by a familiar pair of strong arms, tugging him close until his back hit something solid and warm. Slightly more awake now, he felt the gentle press of lips along his neck and shoulder, the nose tickling him as it trailed lower; the hand at his hip rubbed and squeezed the exposed area of skin, making Tim shudder.

“Mmm…” he sighed blissfully and turned around.

He opened one eye and then the other, his gaze landing on the ends of short, dark hair; smooth, tanned skin and finally focusing on the bluest pair of eyes he’d ever seen.

“Kon…” he said.

He saw a smile tug at those lips before Kon leaned down and captured Tim’s mouth in a kiss that set his entire body on fire. Tim responded instantly, without thought; his fingers weaving through those soft locks and digging to pull Kon even tighter against him.

The warmth of his hands and mouth, as they moved against Tim’s without reserve, were enough to drive him insane, making him crave for more. He wanted more.

“Morning,” said Kon between kisses, their foreheads touching briefly.

“Morning,” said Tim absently and then he was yanking Kon back again; this time their kisses grew more heated and hungrier than ever.

Kon was already undoing the buttons on Tim’s shirt, his lips dipped between his collarbone and chest, sucking and licking every inch of exposed flesh and making Tim moan quietly. Kon was just about to tug on his pants when he suddenly stopped and went completely still.

Then he groaned and buried his face into Tim’s neck. “Crap…” he muttered.

“What?” said Tim, blinking. “What’s the matter, Kon?”

“I forgot to lock the door,” he said, kissing Tim’s pulse point one more before sitting straight again, looking a little put out.

Tim was more than confused now. “I don’t get it. What has that got to do with—”

The door suddenly burst open and something small, blonde and fast came barreling into the room at top speed, straight into Kon’s open arms.

“Got you, ya little martian!” he said, laughing.

“Kon!” said little Kara, looking up at him with a brilliant smile. Then she placed her hands over her hips and gave Kon a reproachful glare. “You said you were bringing Timmy his breakfast and coming straight down.”

“Ah, well, I—I got distracted… a bit,” Kon lied, his face burning. He turned eyes quickly to Tim, who just sat back against the pillows and laughed at him.

“Kon, don’t tell me you were sucking faces with Timmy again—”

“What?” Kon choked and even Tim had the semblance to look a tad embarrassed now. “Where did you even get that?”

Kara blinked. “Damian,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing.

“Right. Of course,” said Kon sarcastically. “I should have known.”

Kara finally turned to Tim instantly and just like that she was beaming and laughing again.

“Timmy!” she squealed, jumping out of Kon’s arms and right into Tim’s, who was quick enough to catch her. “Good morning! Did you sleep well?”

“Morning, Kara,” said Tim with a fond smile. “I slept very nicely, thank you.”

“Timmy, did you eat your pancakes yet?” she asked at once. “I helped Cass and Steph make it for you ‘cause I heard you weren’t feeling too good yesterday.” She leaned down to whisper something, like it was some gigantic secret that Kon wasn’t supposed to know about (never mind that he could hear her perfectly), “Damian said it was from the lack of se—”

“OOOOkay!” said Tim quickly, covering Kara’s mouth instantly. Kon looked like he was just about ready to break something internally from how red he was getting. Tim sighed wearily. “You should not be allowed to hang around my brother for longer than two hours at a time. He’s obviously a bad influence on you, Kara.”

“When I get my hands on that little snot… I’ll throttle him,” Kon grumbled, rubbing at his face.

Kara shrugged, seemingly unperturbed. “You should try the pancakes, Timmy!” she said, eyes brightening, and whizzed to the nightstand, where Tim saw the tray of food and coffee. Kon was there to help Kara from jostling the salver too much.

“Wow, Kara, this looks amazing,” said Tim as they placed the tray on his lap.

“I helped made the pancakes!” she said, as if Tim hadn’t heard her the first time. She watched eagerly as Tim cut a thin slice of the pancake and slipped it into his mouth. She barely waited for him to swallow before she was in his face again. “Well?” she said, excitedly. “Do you like them?”

“It’s delicious, Kara,” said Tim, smiling as Kon picked Kara up and settled her on his lap. He took another bite. “You’re a great cook!”

Kara beamed proudly. “I even helped Damian pour your coffee,” she boasted.

“Did you now?” said Tim, staring both nervously and suspiciously at the cup and wondering if Damian somehow poisoned it.

“Yup!” Kara chirped. “Do you feel better now, Timmy?”

“A lot better, thanks to your pancakes,” said Tim, and Kara clapped her hands happily.

“Knock, knock,” said a voice at the doorway. “You guys have room for two more?”

“Steph! Cass!” said Kara, shooting out of Kon’s arms and into Steph’s. “Steph, Cass, did you know? Timmy liked our pancakes!”

“Aw that’s great, sweetie,” said Steph as Cass smiled at her from over Steph’s shoulders.

“Where’s Damian?” said Kara, looking around for her older brother.

“Got the kid doing the dishes,” said Cass, and there was something strangely scary about her eyes; they glimmered bright and dark, as if she was physically trying to stop herself from throwing her head back and laughing like a man person.

Tim shivered, sending another silent prayer to whatever deity that he’d never get on Cass’s bad side. Ever. She was scary.

“Anyway, let’s leave Tim and Kon alone now. I’m sure they want their privacy,” said Steph, giving Tim a wink.

Tim wasn’t sure whether or not to be thankful or embarrassed. Instead he said, “Thanks for breakfast” which earned him warm smiles from both Steph and Cass.

“Privacy…” said Kara thoughtfully, tapping at her chin. “Does that mean Timmy and Kon are going to have se—”

Tim saw Steph cover Kara’s mouth just in time as Cass quickly shut the door.

“Definitely killing that annoying pipsqueak when I get back down,” Kon muttered, making Tim smile again.

He reached over and took Kon’s hand in his own. Kon looked at him and grinned as Tim all but tugged him closer.

“Before we were interrupted, you were about to do something else,” Tim murmured as he toyed with the collar of Kon’s shirt, his fingers running smoothly up and down his arms.

“Was I?” he teased, leaning his forehead down to touch Tim’s, his hands at his waist and working their way up his shirt.

“Mhmm,” Tim said, nodding. “Did you lock the door this time?”

He heard the sound of a ‘click’ and knew Kon had used his TTK to do so.

“Aren’t you going to finish your pancakes first?” Kon whispered, even though he was already moving the tray back onto the nightstand.

“It can wait,” said Tim simply as Kon straddled him. “This can’t.”

And he pulled Kon down for another kiss, getting lost in the feel and warmth of the other until his coffee finally went cold.

******

“Timmy looks like he’s really happy right now,” said Kara as Damian threw another dart on the wall. She brightened. “It’s probably ‘cause I made him pancakes today.”

He gave her a long-suffering look from over his shoulder. “You have so much to learn, my young grasshopper,” he said. “Drake isn’t happy because of your pancakes.”

Kara blinked. “What do you mean?”

Damian sighed. “He’s happy because he finally got some as—”

It was like Cassie had materialized out of thin air. One minute Damian and Kara were alone in the training room and then the next, Cassie was staring at him creepily from the cracks of the doorway. There was that same sinister glint in her eyes from this morning that promised something even more potent than a stack of dishes if he should continue that sentence. And then, just like that, in a blink of an eye she was gone again. Vanished. Like she wasn’t ever there.

It gave Damian the desire to preserve his life.

“Damian?” said Kara, tugging at his sleeve. “What is it?”

Damian cleared his throat. “Ah, you know what… never mind,” he said. “Let’s just go bother Grayson. I’m sure he’ll prove to be entertaining for the next hour or so.”

As they left the room, Damian thought maybe he was hearing things, but he could have sworn he heard the echo of someone laughing. Evilly.